The Spring

Poem By steven turner

Senses lit by bulbs
The earth turns in its circle
Coloured rows of trumpets
Play out the changing days
Birds sing
And sunshine heralds the spring

Again

Wheels spin
Cogs engage
Life is replenished and renewed
Stirred from within
Hearts warmed
Passions sealed
And sucklings gambol in the field

Again

Trees stretch
Their branches flex
Blue Birds flutter and forage
And weave their wooly nests
Change is all around us
And change reminds tomorrow
Today heals yesterday's sorrow.

Comments about The Spring

a good spring time poem of many delights? ...........well written.


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